Human Sovereign Fuxi turned his gaze toward Human Sovereign Xuanyuan beside him.
This was the Human Sovereign he had chosen, and the Supreme Powerhouse he had chosen as well.
They had already broken through, so naturally, they no longer had any chance of becoming Supreme Powerhouses.
But Xuanyuan was different. He was one of the few experts of the Human Race who possessed considerable talent, strength, willpower, and wisdom.
He could command the Human Race in its campaigns across the Primordial World, and he had the potential to become a Supreme Powerhouse.
As for how one became a Supreme Powerhouse, Fuxi did not know either.
But at the very least, one had to break through to the Saint Realm on one's own.
Demon Emperor Daochen, for instance, had achieved proving the Dao through force, carving his way out of countless desperate situations through sheer slaughter.
Even the suppression of the Heavenly Dao could do nothing to him.
That was the mightiest kind of existence.
Fuxi did not expect Xuanyuan to possess the Demon Emperor's boldness or monstrous strength.
But he hoped Xuanyuan could match Devil Ancestor Luo Hou, or even the Lord of Fate and the Heavenly Dao.
Of course, all of this required his own effort.
Setting aside the Human Sovereign's situation.
The experts of the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans were all beside themselves with excitement.
"Did I just hear that wrong? It sounded like His Majesty Hongjun was supporting our actions!"
"You heard right. We have the Heavenly Dao's protection now. What an unexpected turn!"
"I'd like to see what the Human Race does now. They've always styled themselves the protagonists of heaven and earth, looking down on every other race. Now they've gone even further, actually trying to order Hongjun around. They're simply courting death."
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